His name was Frank,but we just called him tank, He was a,bit over weight,but he was still our mate, The jokes went back and forth,but he never got irate, I wonder where he is now,maybe in another state, We used to go and schoot pool ,rite after school, They said to do that,you were a fool, Instead going strait home and study by the pool, You would see the others go by,and make you drool,
Well they all got educated,but not good old Tank, He never changed much,he still liked a good prank, But he turned out to be best ,of us all, He had a company,and they built those high risers tall, He became a contracter,and realing in the dough, With quite a big crew,he had in toe, He paid them well,and they did a good job, Some say some of these company's,were run by the Mob,
Don't beieve what you hear,and half of what you see, That's how ugly rumors start, and travel cross the sea, Now in a high tech world,there's nowhere you can hide, Not even if you just got up and died, Well some folks have been known,to just disapear, Cause they don't want to be found,that is their fear, Some of them are wanted,for taking a bum stear, You might see their picture,in a post office near Chorus The next time you mail a letter,take a look around, You might be taken aback,at what you have found, You might see a picture of a person,who was drowned, Remember you seen them at the same camp ground,
